Chapter 3

Ron Takes A Time Out.

Harry rushed back onto the field at the exact same time Draco did. They stood there and looked at each other for a couple of minutes before Harry turned his gaze to look around for Ron.

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked nervously, eyeing Draco up in the process. Draco had since tidied up from the clothes he had played Quidditch in and was now wearing a pair of excruciatingly tight jeans and a black silk shirt.

Harry averted his eyes from Draco's muscular form and waited for the answer to his question, whilst reminding himself that he was not hot for Draco Malfoy.

"I gave him a time out." Draco stated simply, desperately hiding the nervousness he felt. Draco tried to shake off the feeling that he was trying to 'impress' Harry Potter because he hated him. Although it was hard for Draco to convince himself that he hated Potter while his enemy was stood there in loose sweat-pants and a tight wife beater.

"Oh" Harry mouthed, not quite able to accept that he was going to be alone with Draco for 20 minutes. Draco was standing still so Harry took the initiative and sat down on a bench, Draco sat down beside him quickly and crossed his legs, resting his left foot on his right knee.

Draco looked at the floor as he felt Harry edge closer, after a second Draco turned his head to look at Harry. Unfortunately, Harry's head was not even a centimetre away from his and when his head turned, Harry lips collided with his.

Harry nearly leaped back so quickly he fell off the bench, Draco did the same thing, only he was right on the end so he quite literally did fall off the bench.

Harry laughed aloud, before standing up and walking around to where Draco was laid sprawled out on the floor.

"Be more careful next time Malfoy." Harry almost kicked himself, 'next time' there was not going to be a 'next time' Harry chided himself internally and out-stretched his hand. Draco grabbed onto it and as soon as their hands met, so did their eyes.

Both stared at each other, emerald green seemingly warming up icy grey. Harry searched Draco's eyes, they were not cold like he'd always imagined, they were in fact filled with confusion and a hint of lust 'oh, is that for me?' Harry thought to himself. That was what surprised Harry the most.

Draco looked up into Harry's amazingly green eyes, he had never noticed how expressive Harry's eyes were until that very point.

Draco stood up and stood in front of Harry. Their height matched each others perfectly, 5'9 against 6. Their builds where similar, neither had huge muscle's but there was enough there to look impressive.

Without realising, Draco leaned in closer to Harry, and Harry leaned closer back. Their eyes never lost the connection.

Harry's heart quickened as he felt Draco's breath on his lips, he saw the lust and want in Draco's eyes, also the confusion and doubts of doing what they were about to do.

Draco's felt Harry breath on his own lips and he revelled in the taste. Harry tasted of peppermint, like toothpaste, Draco decided he liked it.

Their lips where almost touching, both men could feel the heat off the others lips, both waited in deep anticipation of what was about to happen. Draco took a deep breath and with a sudden burst of courage made a move to close the very short distance between their lips.....

"Hey boys I'm back" Ron shouted from halfway across the field. Harry and Draco leapt apart once more, Draco thankful that this time he avoided landing on his arse.

Harry cursed silently and closed his eyes to try to regain his composure.

Draco stood looking at the ground, not wanting to even look at Harry after what he'd come so close to doing. Draco cursed himself, he was going to kiss Potter! He hated Potter, he'd hated him since Hogwarts, the annoying do-gooder. Nevertheless, right now, the only person he could find hate for was Weasley.

Harry smiled at his best friend

"Hi Ron" he replied his voce cracking, he loved his friend very much - but right that minute he would have given anything for Ron to have been a million miles away.

"Time for my date then!" Ron clapped his hands together, wondering why his best friend looked about ready to cry and why Malfoy looked as if he was planning his murder.

'It's Malfoy' he told himself, reminding himself that he didn't give a flying crap what Malfoy thought of him. Harry was another matter entirely. Surely, Harry was glad that Ron had come and saved him from Malfoy.

Right?

Just the MMTV producers came and rushed Harry, Ron and Draco off once again for their private interviews.
"I don't know what's going on. I think the time out with Draco was slightly...err...unexpected, and I think that he and I could actually, maybe get along if we, you know...had to, but I'm glad Ron came and...interrupted...whatever he interrupted." Harry stuttered, trying to answer the question as best he could, even though his eyes were locked upon a certain blonde man across the field.
"I hate Potter, I hate Weasel, but I will win this bloody competition."

Draco growled at the camera, he could feel Harry's eyes on his from across the field, but right now, the sexual tension between himself and the dark headed boy was far too strong. In addition, all Draco wanted was to be as far away from Harry as possible.
"I think the time out was pointless. I think Malfoy was just trying to get it over with. However, we will see whom Harry dismisses later, now it is my date and I KNOW Harry will love it"

Ron said excitedly, not missing the way his best friend was gazing longingly across the field at his worst enemy, who had his back to both of them.
WOOOOHHHOOOOOOO another chapter finished!!!

YEY!

Next Chapter - Ron's Date.

And then Draco's time out - I wonder what Harry and Ron will do when their alone!

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